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emmyhem · 4 years ago

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always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always.

warnings: very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :(

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself.

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again.

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him.

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head.

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke.

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses.

Had you gotten the time wrong?

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio.

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend.

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine.

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest.

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left.

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him.

“Hi, my love.” he cooed.

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily.

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it”

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you.

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.”

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him.

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that.

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed.

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.”

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground.

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration.

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.”

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.”

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room.

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted.

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.”

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.”

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes.

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely.

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak.

Was that what he thought about you?

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face.

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend.

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you.

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.”

Yeah right.

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back.

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word.

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty.

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted.

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words.

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked.

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you.

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room.

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?”

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door.

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you.

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk.

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.”

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know?”

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out.

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away.

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back.

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning.

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid.

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.”

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath.

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu”

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night.

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper.

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney.

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly.

“Lu,

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you.

Yours always,

Y/n”

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest.

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation.

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you.

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button.

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect.

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks”

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake.

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.” his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-” his pleads were cut off by the dial tone.

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen.

pt. 2

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ofstarsandfireflies · 4 years ago

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WELCOME TO THE 2ND MONTH OF OSAF’S MOVIE NIGHT!

Thank you one and all for attending!

Now, tonight was going to be The Tourist, but I leant it to my brother to watch and he has conviently lost it, so until he either finds it again or pays me his first born child, I’m going to have to put that one on hold.

Tonight will be an Anny request, one I’ve never seen before and had to watch twice because I forgot to take notes half way through 😁

Let’s do this thing!

When Tony has first met Steve, they’d hit it off pretty much straight away.

Even with Rhodey threatening Steve if he ever hurt Tony, then he’d torture him and his best friend, just in case Steve thought he’d get away without a scratch, he still sticks around.

So when Tony gets an out of the blue text from Steve saying they’re over, it hurts.

It hurts a lot more than he thought it would.

And on the eve of his birthday no less.

So Rhodey has a brilliant plan.

They’re going to burn his stuff, and he’s going to tell him just to get a reaction out of him.

Starting with that necklace he he’d apparently won at some convention.

It would make a nice homing missile once smelted down so Tony could get a kick out of hurting Steve twice over.

Deciding to make a fake and melt that down and film it to send to Steve just for laughs, and to show he’s not kidding around, Tony is just about to start filming when he gets a call from no one other than Steve.

He manages to tell Tony not to burn his stuff before the call goes dead, but Tony knows there’s something wrong, and holds off for tomorrow, when Steve said he’d be back.

The next day, Tony bumps into a handsome stranger, coincidentally named Strange, who turns out to be working for the government group Shield.

He’s after Rogers, who has something extremely important which could put a lot of lives in jeopardy should it fall into Hydra’s hands, which may happen now that Rogers has gone awol, perhaps with the item in question.

But this is ridiculous, Steve works as a boring podcaster about some boring topic Tony finds extremely boring, there’s no way he’s the same guy this Stephen guy is telling him he is.

Tony doesn’t believe a word of it until he’s shown pictures of Steve in action.

And the truth that he knows nothing about the man he’s been sharing his life with crashes into him.

When he’s released, the first person he goes to is Rhodey, telling him what just happened as Steve arrives, pushing Tony out of his way to get to the necklace.

It’s then their home is fired upon by agents Steve tells Tony and Rhodey that are Hydra and he’s been trying to protect Tony and the amulet from them, that’s why he broke up with Tony.

A stray bullet hits Steve and he goes down, managing to tell Tony to get out and meet up with a man named Kaecilius who will protect him and the amulet from Hydra, telling Tony to trust no one before dying right in front of him.

Tony doesn’t want to leave him, but Rhodey gets them both out of there with the necklace and they book it to meet up with this Kaecilius.

Kaecilius, it turns out, is Stephen Strange once again, demanding the amulet.

It’s Rhodey who over hears someone calling another man by that very name that he realises Tony has just handed over the amulet to the wrong man, a battle breaking out around the two as Stephen tries to protect Tony from all the magical blasts and gun shots around him.

Tony fumbles for a gun of his own when he sees someone go after Rhodey, killing the man before he can hurt his friend.

They barely get out of there with their lives, Rhodey applauding Tony’s bravery and genius when he sees he’s almost in shock from killing someone and that he had the foresight to bring the fake and hand thatbover instead, a rather fortuitous mistake as Tony had been wearing the fake amulet to keep his memory of Steve close.

Tony, frustrated at what is happening to them, takes the bloody thing their lives have been in danger for and smashes it on the ground, revealing a bright green stone kept within it.

Having nowhere to hide this thing now, Tony pulls his arc reactor out and fits the stone into the cavity, clicking it back into place just as Bucky, a close friend of Steve’s, finds them and offers to take them home.

Both Tony and Rhodey know Bucky, so they trust him, ultimately paying for it when they’re sedated and taken to a hideout to be tortured.

Bucky barely gets into the swing of things before Stephen Strange once again finds them, having disobeyed orders from Director Danvers and his partner Mordo to save them before they became collateral damage, getting them all out as the building and Bucky are blown up.

Shield is not happy with Strange, Carol relieving Stephen of his duties and orders him to get Tony and Rhodey back to where they belong, especially Rhodey, who’s actively making a fool of himself in front of her.

It’s only when they step through the portal back to the home Tony never thought he’d see again that he reveals to Stephen that he has the stone, still shoved in his chest cavity underneath his arc reactor.

He trusts Stephen now, so he wants to help him out, especially since Stephen can’t trust the people who almost blew him up.

And he might finally be getting over Steve’s death and wanting to move on.

When he pulls it out however and Stephen recognises it as an infinity stone and not some high quality emerald Tony thought it to be, Stephen knows they have to get it somewhere safe where no one can ever find it.

Having followed them to get the stone, Mordo appears, revealing he wants it to sell to the highest bidder.

Then there’s a gunshot, and when Mordo drops to the ground, the person looking back at them is Steve.

Alive and well.

Tony thinks he’s seeing a ghost and both Rhodey and Stephen are just as shocked as Steve starts spouting on about how much he loves Tony.

And how much of a traitor Stephen is.

How he’s a double agent for Hydra and wants the time stone for himself.

Tony doesn’t believe that, but is caught in the middle as Steve and Stephen both try to persuade him they’re not the bad guy.

Tony doesn’t get a chance to side with anybody before another gunshot rings out around them and Stephen is thrown backwards.

Once Steve has placed the gun in the waistband of the back of his pants, Tony moves in to hold him, snagging the weapon he knows Steve would use against him and Rhodey.

His prediction is right, and he holds the weapon up to keep Steve from running as Carol and her Shield agents come to take Steve away.

Tony rushes to Stephen, who wasn’t injured thankfully due to the fake amulet he’d decided to wear taking the bullet for him.

Rhodey hangs back to allow them some time alone as he talks to Carol, who’s starting to warm up to him.

Quotes -

“Hey. I got a quarter left. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the absolute worst song on the jukebox.”

“Okay.”

Tony and Steve meet

“Don’t make a noise. I’m the person you’re here to meet.”

“I’m sorry. I’m, you’re Verne?”

“It’s an alias. Now, hand the package over.”

“Wait. None of this is making any sense.”

Stephen doing a bad job of trying to persuade Tony he’s a good guy.

“Can we just take a second to appreciate you?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Right now?”

“What you did in the cafe with the gun was insane. You killed a man. It okay it was a bad man.”

“Oh, my God.”

“I just play a lot of video games. Can we please just...”

“No, and then what you did with the trophies. You switched the trophies. He literally works in intelligence, and yet, you were the more intelligent. How crazy is that?”

Rhodey in awe of Tony.

“So are you gonna use that to get your job back?”

“People at my job just tried to kill all of us, so, to be honest, I’m not sure who to trust anymore. But thank you...for...trusting me.”

“Now, will you trust us? To help you? I mean, you’re injured, so I feel like you kind of need us.”

Tony and Stephen finally trusting one another.

“Drew, you’re supposed to be dead.”

“Dead. Yeah. I was right on the edge. But the idea of you being out there kept me alive. I’m here to save you.”

“Me?”

“And to stop Henshaw.”

“What? Sebastian? No, he’s helping us.”

“Audrey, do you know about Highland?”

“Yeah.”

“Sebastian works for Highland.”

“No. That’s not possible. Why would he come and risk his life? Why would he get fired?”

Steve trying to make Tony distrust Stephen.

Shield Shenanigans

Saving the world isn’t something Tony thought he’d ever do, but he knows he’d never want to do it without his best friend at his side.

January, February

#ironstrange #strangeiron #osaf’s movie night

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bichlordstories · 4 years ago

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15: Blood Sport

Sekijiro quickly rushed towards Recovery Girl's recovery room with adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He never seen you like that. Never had he seen you go berserk on someone so harshly. Then again, it was most definitely because nobody was down there to hold you back, to remind you to redirect your fury to a villain.

But you weren't fighting a villain. You were fighting another student.

He burst through the door, expecting to see you, Todoroki and Recovery girl. Instead of just you three, there was two other people.

All Might and Endeavour.

"Sekijiro-san! What are you doing here?" All might asked.

"I came to see my student." Was all Sekijiro said.

Endeavour scowled at All Might, not even sparing Sekijiro a glance. He walked past the two men and stood next to your bed.

Most of the blood was cleaned off, but you were still covered in hints of crimson. Looking over to Todoroki, he was looking a lot better.

Recovery Girl walked between yours and Todoroki's beds and scanned you both, nodding at Todoroki's body. She turned to Endeavour and spoke in a friendly but not condescending tone.

"Your son is completely fine now, his wounds are all closed up."

"Hm." Endeavour grunted in relief.

"He did have a major concussion-"

Endeavour visibly tensed at this as well as All Might and Sekijiro.

"-but that has been fixed with the help of a donor's blood." The older woman waved off with a smile.

"A... donor?" Sekijiro muttered in surprise.

"(Y/n)..." All Might said, catching both Sekijiro's and Endeavour's attention.

"Yes... (L/n)-san here has special blood. Not only do their body reproduce blood at a fast rate, but it has regenerative properties within it." Recovery Girl explained.

Endeavour looked past the woman at your sleeping form.

Only hints of bruises and a large burn scar on your right arm, in fact, it covered your arm all the way to your shoulder. No doubt it was Recovery Girl's doing... but could it also be yours?

"Looks like he's awake! Hello there, young man!"

Endeavour snapped his head towards his own son, who was sitting up.

It was almost as though he wasn't hurt at all.

Once Shoto locked eyes with his father, he glared at the man and turned from him.

"You are looking a lot better young Todoroki!" All Might said proudly.

"Perhaps they will find themself awake soon?" Sekijiro said, referring to you, who was laying in bed.

"I'm not so sure... their blood doesn't work as well on them as it does on others." Recovery girl said.

This surprised the men a bit.

"Aizawa-san's facial fracture was completely healed due to (L/n)-san's blood. However,(L/n)-san's Blood doesn't really work that well on themselves, if at all. It's as though they're immune to the regeneration the blood provides." Recovery Girl explained.

The elderly woman walked over to you and slowly pulled the blanket over you, leaving your arms uncovered.

"I'm afraid they'll have to miss the ceremony today." She said.

You missed the reward ceremony, unfortunately.

While All Might had to leave because of the ceremony and Endeavour left because he had no more business in the clinic, Sekijiro stayed with you. Although Recovery Girl was extremely hesitant, she decided to leave due to Sekijiro's request.

"Just press that button right there in case of an emergency. I'll be sure to tell you about the ceremony after, okay?" The elderly woman said.

Sekijiro grunted and stayed in the his seat.

Within an hour or two, Recovery Girl walked back in... with Nezu and Aizawa.

Aizawa has his bandages off completely, leaving just a scar that wasn't really noticeable.

Recovery Girl excuses herself and left the three (four of you count your unconscious body) alone to discuss something.

Vlad King immediately stood up, Boeing a bit to the Chimera that was the principal.

"Principal Nezu." Was all he could say.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't really defend you much this time, especially since you nearly beaten a kid to death long after he passed out.

Nezu raised a paw as if to say hi and chill out.

"Please, relax Vlad King! I am simply here to discuss (L/n) and your tutoring."

That did not ease the pit in Sekijiro's stomach.

"...I have failed as a teacher, Principal Nezu. This was an error on my behalf." Sekijiro quickly said with a bow in order to shift blame onto himself.

"Well I don't think that. I actually believe you both did a very good job!" Nezu smiles while referring to the two of you.

Sekijiro studied the anthropomorphic rat to see if there were any signs of him joking.

"But, Nezu, sir, they lost control."

"Yes. They did." Nezu replied before leaning in closer.

"In a battle."

As if this rat couldn't confuse Vlad King more...

"Sir, what are you saying?" He asked.

Nezu stood up straight with a wider smile.

"Todoroki and (L/n) were fighting in the first place. And although (L/n) had caused serious injuries, due to their blood and Recovery Girl, Todoroki came out completely fine, if not just a little sore." Nezu clapped his paws together and walked toward your sleeping body.

"People were quickly put at ease by Todoroki's quick recovery... though there is still some skepticism."

Nezu turned back to Sekijiro with an expression that told him he means business.

"While (L/n) was permitted to fight in the sports festival, it still brings some concerns to me." Nezu said.

"Although the reports from you say that they are improving significantly, they still lost control during the battle. Luckily for them, it was a battle, which helps to bring less suspicion to onlookers."

"So... what is it that you want me to do." Sekijiro asked.

"Not just you. Both you and Aizawa." Nezu held a paw out towards the scruffy teacher.

"For the most part, you have been handling (L/n)-san on your own. But with Aizawa, not only will you be able to deactivate their quirk immediately when it gets out of hand, but you'll also have another mind with different ways of teaching them!" Nezu said before his watch went off.

"Oh goodness! Would you look at that! Time for tea!" Nezu exclaimed happily.

"Principal Nezu, Wait-"

But he was already gone.

Aizawa silently stood next to your bed before sighing.

"...how troublesome..."

Sekijiro looked at Aizawa, then back down at you.

"I'm sorry you were wrapped into this." He said in a tired tone.

"I wasn't forced into this, I was the one to propose the idea." Aizawa said, surprising the large pro hero.

"You... want to-"

"Yes, I want to help this kid."

Aizawa walked around the bed to stand next to Sekijiro.

"The kid took down one of my best students, Sekijiro. But they aren't just a meathead like All Might or Endeavour, they have strategy. The only thing that clouds their judgement is their quirk."

The scruffy teacher brought out his phone, texting someone before continuing.

"They may not be my student, but they are a future worth protecting. Otherwise you wouldn't be there for them, would you?" Aizawa stopped and turned to the larger man.

"I guess." Sekijiro said simply.

The two men sat in silence, waiting for you to wake up or for Recovery Girl to return.

The door handle twisted and opened to reveal a couple students from 1B.

"Yo, (L/n)! We're here to-" Tetsutetsu said out loud before he was interrupted by a hand slapping over his mouth.

Kendo apologized to the two teachers and tried dragging Tetsutetsu out, only for Pony to slip past her and wrap her arms around you.

"Pony, no!" Kendo helped out in concern.

Your arm twitched before slowly wrapping around the horned girl's torso. Your eyes were still shut but you were becoming conscious.

"...what are you doing, stupid?" You muttered groggily, unaware of what was happening around you.

Monoma came up to the bed and crossed his arms while looking down at you.

"Damn, you look like shit-" Monoma said before earning a chop from Kendo.

"No swearing, Monoma-san." Sekijiro scolded.

"Only 20!?"

"Seriously? 20?"

"Wait, (L/n) has what now???"

To say the class was disappointed was an understatement. You had less internship offers than Tetsutetsu, and that sorta made the class a little more than exasperated.

"But, they got into 2nd place in the sports festival. In all 3 challenges. They carried class 1B to the finals- why do they have only 20 offers?" Rin asked.

"That's a load of bullshit!" Tetsutetsu yelled.

"Language please." Sekijiro sighed.

While everyone was ranting in some way, you were staring at your clenched hands. You weren't really having a great time today after people on the streets started avoiding you like the plague, which meant you couldn't pet any dogs. This also meant fearful glances from people... but the dogs are more important.

There was also the fact that you weren't getting many offers from heroes... but at least you got some... right?

"Maybe it's because they were too scary for most of heroes watching?" Tokage suggested bluntly with shrugged shoulders.

Everyone's mood slightly dampened at this until the silver haired girl, Reiko, spoke.

"...Maybe they just can't handle (Y/n)'s awesomeness." She said in a blunt, emotionless way.

Immediately, the class started smiling and chuckling.

"Yeah, they're leagues beyond heroes like some chick in a pink Ugandan knuckles costume." Kurorio said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, or some other trash-tier hero who's full of himself." Kosei added.

"(L/n) is too cool! So cool, in fact, they give penguins a brain freeze!!!" Tetsutetsu said enthusiastically.

You were taken out of your thoughts and stared at Tetsutetsu as if he was stupid.

Soon, your classmates started making stupid jokes, which brought you back to your usual self.

"...I'm surrounded by idiots." You said out loud as the compliments kept being thrown at you.

"Yeah but we're your idiots." Kosei smirked.

Immediately, you flushed red and told the boy to shut up and go to hell, earning a couple laughs from the guy.

"Alright, that's enough." Sekijiro said, finally done with the banter.

Your classmates settled down as the large man stood up from his own desk and let in a familiar woman with BDSM gear and stuff.

"You will be creating your own hero names. Whatever you put will be the alias you use for your internships, however, Midnight here will be the one to decide whether or not the name you choose is acceptable." Sekijiro passed out boards where you would sign your hero name.

One by one, your classmates signed the names they chose, some having to redo them due to Midnight rejecting the ridiculous names.

You were the last one with a still blank board and the only one with a marker hovering over the board.

There was no way you were going for crimson riot, though It probably would have fit you if it wasn't already in use. You weren't going for something stupid, but nothing downright edgy. You wanted a good name, not some label for a clown.

Unknown to you, the class was waiting on you, some even becoming impatient.

"Dude! Do blood god!" Kosei whispered/yelled to you.

You looked up from your board and narrowed your eyes at the teen.

"The hell? No." You hissed back.

"Yeah, do it!" Kurorio said.

A couple desks away from you, the manga kid kid with the speech bubble for a head, Manga, had the words 'blood for our blood god' written on his face.

"Blood god." Tetsutetsu started.

"Blood god."

Soon, the whole class started chanting. Your teacher and Midnight didn't even tell the kids to shut up, instead they just watched in amusement as they repeated the words over and over again.

A vein popped out of your neck as you forced the irritation down before scribbling your hero name down with incredible force.

You stalked up to the front with the board slammed it onto the chalkboard, somehow having it stick there.

"There, are you happy!?" You yelled to the class.

Your classmates were silent. And so was your teacher. Midnight looked at the paper before licking her lips seductively and smiling an approving smile.

"I'll accept that."

The class soon broke into cheers, papers being strewn across the floor as Kurorio, Kosei, and Juzo jumped from their seats and hugged each other, jumping up and down while Tetsutetsu cried tears of joy.

The girls and the sensible boys looked on unimpressed or in shock.

You were in awe... at how idiotic this class was. You almost wished Nezu kicked you out of UA. Almost.

Meanwhile...

Aizawa stopped mid sentence during his teachings and listened along with the rest of his class.

"...Blood god... Blood god... blood god..."

His eye twitched in disbelief and annoyance.

His students looked at each other in confusion, some whispering while others tried their best to ignore it.

The chanting stopped when something banged against the wall and an angry voice said something loudly.

After a couple seconds of quiet, Aizawa muttered something under his breathe loud enough for the students at front to hear.

"...what the hell are they doing..."

All of the sudden, there was cheering.

Cheers of joy, people shifting around and out of their seats next door.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" A voice exclaimed before the chanting became loud again.

"Blood god, blood god, blood god, blood god-"

"Dicks out for the blood- AHHHHHHH!!!!" Someone screamed.

Aizawa turned towards his door, muttering something under his breathe and walking towards the door.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Aizawa said and disappeared out the door, leaving the class bewildered, amused, and kinda scared.

~~~~~~~

Y'all must be wondering who (L/n) is gonna intern with... lets just say a mass majority of you aren't gonna like it.

#Blood sport #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n

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red-radish14 · 4 years ago

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How To Get Away With Murder

Authors Note:

No real-life acts were committed to persuading me to write this story, it is all fictional and written off the top of my head, no mental or physical attributes were caused to have premeditated planning on this, this felt like a very interesting story to write, there is graphic detail in this story if sensitive please do not read.

If you or someone you know is/are thinking about committing an act of violence upon you or others please call 911 and get help immediately!! They will be able to find the right resources and betterments for you!!

Thanks and reviews are always appreciated!! :)

Word Count: 2.2k

Average Life for an average girl:

December 31st, 1979

7:01pm

Hi, I'm Blaire, Blaire Helms, thinking that no one is going to read any of this I have made a resolution to start journaling my life. Even if no one ever saw this, it would be nice to look back and read what I had in mind for the years to come. Let me start out with who I am. I'm a 17-year-old girl from Topeka Kansas, I live with my mother and twin brothers in an apartment downtown. My brothers, Jack and Elliot, are star players on the high school football team. And well, my mother, she is a waiter at the cafe on the main street. We don't have much here at home, and having to scrounge for money to buy a $15 journal had been a struggle for the past few weeks. Me on the other hand, I'm 5'6" with long brown hair and big green eyes. School before winter break was tough, I get bullied a lot, and making friends is a bit of a challenge for me. My brothers don't make it any easier for me either, they sometimes even send random classmates to come to bully me in the smoking pit. Yeah yeah, I know, before you get all Nabby about me smoking I know that it's bad for you, but, I'm 17 how bad could it get. Being a junior in high school isn't all that rough though. I'm an average C student with average teen life. To end on a good note, I finally had enough money saved for the dance on the 13th. Well, it is a welcome back dance for all the kids who passed 1st semester. I just hope no trouble endured like last year, having my head dumped into the punch bowl was not pleasant. Expect more from me in the future. Until then.

-Blaire Helm

7:56pm

Smoking Pit Disaster:

January 7th, 1980

5:23pm

Today was hell, when I woke up my brother Elliot had clogged the toilet and flooded the whole bathroom, and just left it there, I was always the last one to leave the house and there was no time to clean it up. I had to get ready at school, about 15 minutes later and once I had left the restroom it was straight to the smoking pit to skip 1st period. There were always a few girls down there and they weren't very talkative, they always just sat and smoked for the whole hour, no breaks in between. As I was smoking you literally won't believe who came down to bother me, Mason Palmer. Mason was the hottest guy in school, he was also the biggest jerk of the school. He was famously popular among anyone in the city and always had a few remarks in his sleeve. after a few minutes of smoking and getting paper balls profusely thrown at me, Mason had jumped down into the pit and proceeded to taunt me. After the taunting, he had kicked my side causing me to drop my cigarette onto my leg. He then left laughing at his buddies. About 30 minutes after the beating I had left to go to 2nd period. Walking through the hallway trying to cover the burn hole in my jeans, I ran into Mason. He had grabbed my backpack and threw it at one of his buddies that had taken off with the bag. He then pushed me down and walked away, leaving me with no supplies, and I had returned to the smoking pit for the remainder of the day. Hopefully, this week would get better before the dance on the 13th. If it doesn't, I'll just have to stay home. But, until next time.

6:17pm

- Blaire Helm

Sam's Club Shopping Spree:

January 11th, 1980

9:12pm

Today I had to go shopping for bulk food supplies at Sam's Club. It was the cheapest place where we could go to buy a lot of items for less money. It was only the 2nd time I had to go shopping there and I was bored out of my mind. As I was shopping today I picked up the usual items we needed. Macaroni, ramen, chips and lots more. In the back of my mind somewhere I needed to get some cleaning supplies, I don't know why but I bought some anyway. a 4 pack of bleach bottles, 16-pack sponges, 2 3-gallon mop buckets, 8 pack of paper towels, and some sterile gloves. I felt like I needed to clean the whole house. After I was done shopping I decided to stop by Walgreens to pick up some pain killers for my back, it's been so horrible lately, they'll knock me out in a second if I'm not careful. Once I got home, I left the cleaning supplies in my car until I needed them and brought the other groceries inside. Being usual teenage boys my brothers decided to help none and pretend to be each other for a day, I guess it's a normal thing identical twins decide to do. Oh, and about Mason, he hasn't shown up to school for the past 2 days because he's been too busy suit shopping for the dance. This isn't prom, I guess he's wanting to fuck some chick in the back while everyone else is sipping on watered-down punch. Well, I'll let you guys know how the dance goes, all I'm wearing is a hand-me-down loose tee with some black jeans. Wish me luck.

10:02pm

- Blaire Helm

Till Death Do Us Part:

January 13th, 1980

5:43 am

Guys, I'm in the middle of fucking nowhere right now. Why is this happening, this can't be happening? It started with the stupid fucking dance. I walked into the gym, grabbed my punch, and boom Mason was right there, he had poured his punch all over me and pushed me causing me to slip and fall hitting my head. I had gotten up asking him what he wanted from me. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the side of the bleachers. He had pinned me against the wall and told me I had to do whatever he wanted me to do. I had agreed and asked him if I could run out to my car to get dried, he agreed and after some time I was back into the gym. Mason had gotten a new cup of punch and came over to dance. I had played around and danced along with him. Mason left to go pee after some dancing and asked me to hold his cup. While Mason was gone, I had grabbed some of those painkillers from the car and slipped some into his drink. Mason had returned and started drinking his punch, fast, like he was dying of dehydration. He started falling asleep so, I asked him if he wanted to go to the storage closet to have some fun. He had followed me in there, pinned me down, and I stabbed him. I had must've stabbed him 100 times, blood was everywhere. I panicked, I had shut off the lights and locked the door. It must've been hours but no one looked for us, once the last person left the school I knew what I needed to do with Mason. I had dragged his body out to my car and laid him in the backseat on top of my wet clothes, all of his blood had drained out onto the floor of the gym. I had grabbed the cleaning supplies I bought from Costco earlier and cleaned. it must've taken me an hour. I had grabbed all the trash and stuffed it into the back of my car. The closet was as clean as it was before the murder. And now I'm out here in the middle of fucking Kansas, 125 miles from where I live. Now, what do I fucking do?

7:24 am

- Blaire Helm

Pitched Out:

January 14th, 1980

3:36 pm

I had decided I needed to do something with this body or it was going to rot in my car minute by minute. I had stopped at a gas station to pick up 30 lbs of raw meat and some new clothes without being questioned and afterward, I had gone a bit off-roading miles away from the road and found a place to park and deal with it. My mother loved to Garden and so happens the day before she had left most of her gardening stuff in the car, so I got to digging. I had created dirt stairs and dug 12ft down. I had stripped Mason down to his skin and set his clothes aside. I had placed him into the hole. I covered him up with about 6 ft of dirt, and placed the raw rotting meat above, covering it with the remaining dirt, patted it out, and made it look natural. I had found some school papers from my car and tumbleweeds laying around to create a fire. I stripped down to my skin and proceeded to throw everything I had used to kill Mason into the fire, letting it burn. After the fire was done burning I picked up the ashes and brought them with me back to a small pond a few miles down the road. I had thrown the ashes into the pond, watching them disintegrate, and jumped in the pond myself to wash up all the blood. While I was in the pond I had realized what I've done. While drying off I burst into tears and begged God for forgiveness. Afterward, I had set myself on home, sitting here now at a gas station, only 25 miles away from my house.

4:17 pm

- Blaire Helm

The Party:

January 17th, 1980

8:57 pm

A watch party had started for Mason and I had joined along with them in search for him. I knew what I did, and I knew nobody was going to ever find him. I know that because it's a fact. The rotting meat will attract the dogs, the police dig it up and realize it's just some animal remains, and continue searching. There are no fingerprints or clothes to find because they are burnt. The ashes are dissolved into nothingness. And it's in the middle of Kansas in a desert, anyone could've done it. The school gym is cleaned like brand new, it's all planned. After the search party, I had stopped by Mason's house to see how his parents were doing. His mother and father could not stop crying. Soon I was "crying" and told them I needed to leave to get home to do some homework. I had gotten home and lost my mind, I was upset that I did such a thing. I had started laughing when realizing that I had gotten away, a murder undetected, a master plan successfully accomplished. But for how long.

9:10 pm

- Blaire Helm

Dumped Down:

April 18th, 1980

1:02 pm

It's been 3 months since I've killed Mason, the parties are over, and everyone is moving on like he was still out there missing. I knew what had happened, I've visited where I had buried him a few times since that night, It upsets me. A lot is going through my head lately. One of these days or years they are going to find him and I will be fucked, I can't live knowing I had killed a man. So sitting here in my bedroom I've come up with a plan, We are going to paint the walls, to have a fresh new start. I will load up the paintbrush and get to painting. The room is going to have small specks of red, it suits me best. But I've got to admit that I lived my life up to its fullest. Lighting up a cigarette and placed the paintbrush in the palm of my hand. I'm gonna set it down and I'll let you know how the room turns out tomorrow. I had left a note on the counter for my mother and my brothers, it's basically telling them to not come in until the paint dries, well I'll write later, Goodbye.

3:46 pm

- Blaire Helm

Roses:

Blaire Helm

Sex: F

DOB: 08/23/1963 (17)

Hgt: 5'6"

Eyes: Green

Cause of death: Suicide

DOD: 04/18/1980

We had responded to a report of a teenage suicide yesterday night, a distraught mother had dialed 911 crying about her daughter being dead. When police arrived at the scene it was in fact Blaire Helms in her small apartment bedroom. She was lying on her left side with a gunshot wound to her right side of her face, the shotgun laying behind her back and the walls dusted in blood. No one knows why Blaire had committed suicide, people usually called her sweet and caring. No suicide note was found and police are still investigating the scene of the crime.

Drug reports:

Cotinine: 45mg

Alcohol: 1.4oz

Adderall: 75mg

Tylenol: 1200mg

Subject transferred to autopsy room for opening, nothing found within the patient, the mother will soon arrive to finish the paperwork.

- M.D Green

Another Author's Note:

I really hope you guys enjoyed this story, I spent only a few hours on it so it's not professionally done, again pls call 911 if you or someone you think might consider suicide or committing a crime. Thanks again, take care

- L.L

#tw suicice #depressing post #murder #story time #like wtf

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trickkombowerskru · 5 years ago

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Road Trip-Henry Bowers Imagine

Request: Anonymous: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader gets a call saying she has to go pick up henry from juniper hills and she is like super successful and she isn't sure if she should but she ends up doing and they have a super cute road trip to her house and it's all fluffy. Also I love your work❤

A/N:I kinda went nuts with this prompt bc I really loved it so this one is real long strap in folks

Warnings: None

You exhale after an exhausting day at work, as you take off your coat. After an entire day of meetings, finalizing pieces, and reviewing editorials you were beat. You wanted nothing more than to get into the bath and have a glass of wine.

Then to follow that up by changing into sweats, and watching whatever new awful movie hit Netflix recently to turn your brain off and relax while you could before you had to be up the next morning to do it all over again.

As soon as you poured your wine your phone ringing obnoxiously loud killed the mood. You pick it up not recognizing the number at all, but seeing it was a call from Derry, Maine. Just upon seeing the town, a familiar feeling struck you, something that was pulling you to answer.

“Hi is this Y/N L/N?”

“This is she. “

“Hi this is Katherine with Juniper Hills Asylum.”

Why the hell was a random mental hospital calling you?

“Can I ask why you’re calling?”

“Ah yes, due to good behavior and new found evidence in the case that he did not commit these crimes, Henry Bowers is to be released early, and to the first person on his emergency contact form, which is you.”

Hearing his name again made you feel like you just got punched in the gut. And then you know the feeling. It was everything your first boyfriend had made you feel. You needed to take a minute to debate whether you would go.

“Oh I have another call I’ll call you back soon.”

“Alright.”

You think of all the pros and cons, you were in New York now which was a while 7 hours away, and it was one am, in order to get there by morning you’d have to leave at three or four. On the other hand you would feel terrible if he was thrown out on to the streets or something. Also the fact that the feelings were slowly coming back, along with memories.

You quickly call your assistant since you decided you would go. Who knows? Maybe it could even be fun.

“Hey Addison? Yeah something just came up I won’t be in tomorrow until late in the afternoon, maybe not at all.”

“Is everything alright Y?N?”

“Yeah fine, fine I just need to go on a business trip in Maine.”

“Oh okay I’ll be sure to get the email out”

“Thanks Addison you’re the best.”

You quickly called the number back.

“Hi Katherine I’ll be there.”

“Great tonight is his last night, he’ll be released to you when you arrive.”

“I can get there around 10.”

“10 am got it, we’ll let the other workers know.

You put your wine glass in the fridge and then proceed to grab a bunch of caffeine. By the time you had to go you were more than awake. The closer you got to Derry, the more memories came flooding back to you. Along with guilt, you remember when everything went down, and how you would go to see him.

Then you graduated and once every few days became once a week, once a week to once a month, and by the time you left Derry it was once every few months, and you had to break it off.

You hated hurting him like that, but you had no choice, seeing him even less would just hurt your relationship. You moved to New York for college, and worked your way up to the ladder to where you were now. Currently you were the CEO of a really large fashion magazine, really creating an empire.

You laughed to yourself remembering all the dumb shit you two got into, how he carved your initials into the kissing bridge, your first kiss, your first time, and just everything else.

It felt weird to be back in Derry, you never really forgot it, but you had somehow forgotten enough. Enough where you had made up enough to seem believable in interviews in case they had asked you about your childhood.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down when you finally pulled into the parking lot. A sense of dread filled your entire body as you were lead down the halls into the lobby by a worker.

Before you entered you could see Henry waiting through the clear double doors, you smiled seeing how nothing had really changed. he still had that rough and tough small town charm and even still had his mullet, which you would be sure he got cut, later.

When the doors open, the look of awe on his face is so heartwarming. He had no idea it was you who was picking him up, his heart swelled seeing you again after all these years, looking somehow even more beautiful.

He was never mad at you for leaving, he actually understood it, and if he held you back, he would hate himself even more. So yeah while being stuck in this hellhole he still loved you and thoughts of you made him smile.

“Y/N,” he asks.

“Hey,” you say softly.

“Hey,” he replies.

Without missing a beat you are hugging, almost wanting to cry at the way he clutches to you as if you were his safe place.

You sign the papers and he practically takes your hand and runs out.

He takes a really deep breath in once outside.

“Aw finally some fresh fuckin’ air.”

“They didn’t let out out?”

“Eh sometimes, but not for long, I swear being stuck in those walls drove everyone even more fuckin’ nuts... it’s the little things you miss the most, but they add up ya know.”

“I guess get that. Like what?”

“Uh fresh air, a nice cig, good food, just to name a few,”

You nod the ride began extremely awkward. Not a word was said from you at first, worried he may have just been secretly mad or something.”

He seemed to pick up on this right away, as after about 25 minutes he looks over at you an smiles.

“I ain’t mad at you.”

“What?”

“For leavin’ I ain’t mad.”

You nod, feeling a weight taken off your shoulders.

And shortly after as cheesy as it was “I Melt With You” comes on the radio. You smile and turn it up, looking over at him. It was your song back in the day because of a whole running joke. In no time you two are singing terribly at the top of your lungs and laughing.

“God remember that night we snuck out to go to prom. I still have no clue how I got you to go with me.”

“You were my girl, and beside I knew that shit would get me brownie points, and what happened it did.”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say Bowers, you still cut up the dance floor.”

“Maybe,” he smiles.

You pull to a halt when you reach one area.

He looks around and chuckles when he sees you get out of the car.

It was the kissing bridge, you look around and then see it, the carving he made all those years ago, still clear as day, you run your hand over it and grin.

You take a picture with you phone and then head back to the car.

“It’s still there. God I remember that night, on the way back from that shitty horror movie, first time you told me you loved me, after you did that carving.”

“Yeah...” he breaths out still taking in how gorgeous the sunlight bounced off the side of your face

The rest of the ride flies by filled with reminiscing and laughter.

You make stops every now and then at gas stations to refuel and get snacks and drinks.

Henry even surprises you with what you always used to get back in the day.

“You remembered?”

“Layer the blue and the red, blue on top, and then since for some reason it’s such a damn pair like we are a two pack of Slim Jims and I get one. ” he shakes his head with a laugh reciting what you used to say to him all the time when you went on snack “runs” back in the day as he pulls apart the pack, handing you one of them.

“I’m impressed. God it’s been so long since I have this absolute garbage combo!,” you exclaim taking a really big sip of the Slurpee.

“So where are we goin’ anyway? Where do you live?,” he questions a s he takes a bit of his Slim Jim

“New York,” you say his eyes light up and you can see a cute sense of childlike wonder in them

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Once you hit New York you notice Henry’s eyes go large again as he looks around at the hustle and bustle of the city and all the shops and stuff. Now though the crashing effects of the caffeine were starting to get to you, but you wanted to get Henry settled in, and then get him a few things, considering his old clothes definitely wouldn’t fit him, and lord knows he probably wanted out of that hoodie and uniform.

You take another sip hoping that the sugar will be enough to keep you up.

When you pull up just by the size of the outside of the building Henry was taken so back, but that was nothing compared to his face when he got inside.

“Holy shit Baby! This is like a fuckin’ mansion how do you not get lost? What do you do to live here?”

“I uh, I run a fashion magazine, and help design stuff, CEO of the company now actually,” you say feeling flustered hearing him calling you “Baby” again.

“God damn!”

“Yeah it’s pretty nice.”

“That’s an understatement.”

You laugh as he looks around.

“Okay so I’ll show you the bathroom so you can showers, and then I’ll just give you some men’s designs I have lying around here, then we can go out and I can get you a few things,”

“Hot water,” Henry says as you start walking him to one of the bathrooms.

“Huh?”

“That’s another small thing you miss, hot water.”

“They didn’t give you hot water?”

“They did at first, but then the damn shower busted and they never got it fixed.”

“Well you can take all the hot water you want, just leave your clothes on the chair there and uh I guess I’ll uh-”

“Burn em.”

“You want me to burn them?”

“I ain’t ever wearin’ that shit again, not like you wanna keep it.”

“Okay noted. I’ll burn it, and I’ll leave you fresh stuff in the guest room 2nd door to the left from here.”

He nods and starts stripping before you leave, making you laugh.

“Can you wait till I leave?”, you joke.

“Ain’t nothing you ain’t seen before,” he smirks, making your slight blush come back.

“Yeah well it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. I don’t know if anything’s changed<” you tease and drift your eyes downward.

“Only for the better Darlin’ not much to do in that hellhole, but walk around, watch the shit they had on the tv, read somethin’, or workout.”

You laugh again and shut the door, heading to your design room. to get him something casual, but nice. You luckily had some down played stuff from a shoot coming up. Sure you liked fresh stuff on your models, but you could always wash the stuff, and have it pressed to restore it.

You quickly retrieve his outfit from the bathroom and lit your fire place throwing in stuff one by one slowly so it doesn’t grow too large, then grab some more caffeine to stay awake.

Oh yeah you were going to for sure gong to crash at like 7 or 8 tonight and there was no way you were going to try and go in today, you’d be falling asleep during any meetings.

You pick up your phone, calling Addison again to let her know.

“Hey Girl.”

“Hey.”

“I just wanted to let you know that the maybe has definitely turned into a no go today, I am exhausted.”

“Aw I’m sorry, make sure you get some rest tonight okay?”

“Oh trust me I will soon. Just wanted to let you know that way you knew that you and Mark were still in charge and heads of the meetings and all that. I mean you can call or text if you need something during them of course, but yeah just wanted to give you a heads up on that. Plus they are smaller meeting anyway so I know for sure you guys will handle them perfectly.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” you say as you hear the shower finally shut off.

“I gotta go, but good luck I know you two will do great!”

“Alright. Thanks for the heads up. I can put an extra shot of espresso into your latte if you want.”

“Oh yes! I know I’ll definitely need it, I know I’m still gonna come in tired despite how much sleep I get tonight God knows I won’t wanna get up thanks. Okay see ya.”

“Bye.”

You turn around and your breath hitches for a minute when you see Henry in the outfit you had chosen. He almost looked entirely different then he did when you picked him up now that he was in actual clothes.

“So how do i look Sweetheart could I be in Vogue or what?,” he jokes striking a ridiculous pose with a smolder on his face.

“Sure.

You let him pick out whatever he liked, along with helping him with a few things, and making sure he head a few nicer pieces and a suit, then go to the barber’s shop.

“Okay I know it’ll be shocking and all, but Hen....the mullet has to go you need to update your look for a full 2016 makeover.”

The look on his face was priceless.

You tell the guy how to fix it at least a bit, making sure the mullet goes, he could style it up if he wanted, but something told you he would just leave it with the slight bangs he had. either way it was for sure an upgrade.

When he was done he looked in the mirror, ran his hand through it a bit, you could tell he liked it. Then he puts his hand on the back of his neck, feeling it.

“Feels weird. Like I always had it.”

You laugh.

“You look good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you find yourself leaning in, in the slightest way to kiss him before catching yourself, your phone ringing saved you so you stepped out to take it. It was Addison making sure of a few things before the meeting started, but you were thankful for her timing.

You went back in mentally kicking yourself for that. Hoping he didn’t notice, which it didn’t seem he did. Like it would be weird after all this time to just pick things back up where they left off right?

Like it had been forever and sure he may have been being flirty all day, but that could also just be because you were taking him in. Also would he even want that?

You shake your thoughts and then go to the apple store where you had the field day of teaching him his way around a modern phone. Were you spoiling him a bit? Yes. But you couldn’t help it, despite these feelings coming back, you wanted him to be able to find his way around the city, even if it wasn’t by your side.

Once you leave of course it starts to rain, you quickly rush into the house, changing into comfy clothes and grabbing a blanket. You eventually drift off, waking up somehow in your bed to the loud crash of thunder.

Did Henry carry you here? How long did it take him to find your room? Did he tuck you in or did you just pull up the blankets yourself? The thunder takes you out of your thoughts along with a squeaking sound.

You check your phone it was midnight, you fell asleep around 7, and you had around 5 maybe 6 more hours before you had to get up, and head into the office. While you did wanna go back to sleep, you still felt pretty refreshed from that nap. First thing first though you wondered what that noise was.

You pull on a hoodie and quickly find your source when Henry’s door was open. You see him toss and turn, seeming to be stuck in a nightmare. You knew he hated storms back then, they were harsh and loud, and reminded him of the lashes his father gave him.

It made sense that without any form of comfort over all these years, along with whatever else piled on top of that, that he would still be afraid. He wakes up in a gasp, wiping the cold sweat off of his forehead.

You gently knock on the door he looks over and slightly smiles seeing you.

“Hey,” you gently say.

“Hey Doll.”

“You still hate storms.”

He nods.

“Yeah. Yeah they're the fuckin’ worst.”

“Well now that we’re both up you uh, you want me to make some cocoa?”

“Yeah..sounds nice.”

“You still want that dash of cinnamon?”

“Please.”

“You got it”

He sits on the couch, hugging one of your pillows, as you get to work on the cocoa., when it’s finished you add the final touches, and can’t help but sneak a glance at him shirtless, when he releases the pillow to take the mug.

He was definitely right in that joke earlier you notice that he for sure had lots of muscle still built up. You try and shake yourself out of your thoughts, but this time it just holds there.

“Um do you wanna sleep in my room tonight? It just sounds like your fear has gotten worse. I’d hate to leave you alone with that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Once the cocoa is done, you put the mugs in the sink and go back to the couch. The thoughts cloud your mind again when he lays next to you, and you want nothing more than to either be held or to hold him. You just decide to let it out before it bottles up.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you um...do you still have feelings for me?”

“That obvious huh?”

That took you for surprise.

“No actually I was in my head all day about it. When I got that phone call the other night some feelings came back, but once I got into Derry and saw you again they hit me like a damn bus. I just wasn’t sure how you felt.”

“Well now you do, the thoughts of you were the only thing that could get me to even crack a smile in that shit hole.”

“Do you...do you still love me?”

“Princess I never stopped.”

You lean up and finally after all these years kissed him again, and that was the final nail in the coffin with every single emotion blasting through your body. You pull away and he caresses your face.

“You had no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do that all day or to just do it again for so long.”

“Come ere’,” you say and as if it’s nothing has changed.

You remember the first time he came to you in the rain, not caring it was pouring or storming, he needed you after a particularly rough time from his dad. It was also the first time he came to you after his dad, and after a bit of comfort he told you the truth.

He shifted over into your arms, and you started to do what always used to calm him down, running your fingers through his hair.

“I missed you,” he says smiling up at you.

You kiss him again and quickly drift off again, getting back together with Henry or even really seeing Henry again was definitely not how you would have expected to spend a day, but you weren’t complaining.

He was here in your arms again and you were going to be here for him this time. You would be here to help him heal, to help him grow, and everything else.

#it chapter 2 #the bowers gang #henry bowers #henry bowers imagine #henry bowers x reader #teach grant

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swiftedbethy13 · 7 years ago

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I’m now going to tell you about the most magical and amazing experience I’ve ever had and ever will have. This post is SO long so go grab some popcorn 🍿

So on October 2nd I was working a nightshift. It was little to do and just went in and checked my emails. I saw two emails from twitter saying Taylor Nation had sent me a DM!! I panicked so bad and went on my twitter to check if it was real. And on my twitter I have two DMs from Taylor fucking Nation. I stared shaking so bad and could barely breathe. The message said *CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE* and that they have a secret, special event they would like to talk to me about, and to send my full name, phone number and best time to contact me. Have you ever tried typing in details like that while your hands are shaking so bad like you’re on drugs?! ITS HARD MAN! I obviously gave them my details (duh), and told them my lips are sealed and it sounds so exciting! Then I panicked cos I thought my reply was too late, and had to ask if I was too late, and then I apologised for sending them so many messages 😂 They said “haha you’re all good, thanks doll”. Then I was supposed to take care of newborns and their moms and stay calm at the same time. IT WAS SUCH A STRUGGLE! I had to go to the bathroom to try and breathe.

We were not supposed to tell ANYONE, but I just had to send my friend Lyndsay a message saying it’s important to check you DMs on twitter often. And she replied “I know, you too…” and I just KNEW she had gotten a message too. If she replied with something different I wouldn’t have told her anything. We started freaking out together and it was beautiful.

I didn’t know when to expect a phone call, all I knew was that I need to have my phone on sound at all times. Like you can’t miss the most important phone call of your life! I had an evening shift the next day and told work I just have to have my phone on sound cos I’m waiting for a very important phone call. Every time my phone rang I just immediately panicked 😂. I can’t remember the time but I was at work and in a patients room when my phone started ringing. I quickly said “sorry I have to take this” and ran out of the room. I look at my phone and it’s calling from New York 😱 I die and start shaking and answer. It was Ali calling from Taylor Nation!! She confirmed it was the right person she was talking too and gave me some more details. It was going to be a secret special event in London on Friday the 13th of October from 4pm-11pm. She asked if I was going to be able to make travel arrangements and I was like “duh YAS OF COURSE”. She told me I could bring a plus’s one, and since I knew that Lyndsay was already going, I gave them my friend Alex’s details. She told me again that this was confidential and I couldn’t speak about it to anyone except my parents, guardian and boss at work. I was going to get more information early the week following. I probably sounded like the most bored person cos I was IN SHOCK, like I was just “yeah” “uhu”, “yes”, and didn’t show any excitement at all 😂. She hung up and continuing work was the hardest thing EVER!

I made travel arrangements and sorted hotels with my friends. I was already going to London on the Sunday till Wednesday before the event on Friday, so I knew the week would go quick anyways. On Sunday evening I out of the blue get an email. I was at the hotel with my mom having a pamper evening, and I was SO THROWN OFF COS I THOUGHT I WOULD GET IT ON MONDAY OR TUESDAY. My mom filmed my reaction to getting this email and it shows how Taylor Swift makes me feel nearly 24/7 😂. The email again said that it was confidential and not to post anything about it or tell anyone. They gave us an address for a Holiday In hotel where we were going to meet up. They said not to bring too much personal belongings cos this was going to be taken off us as well as our phones. AT THIS POINT I STARTED TO BE MORE CERTAIN THAT I WAS GOING TO A SECRET SESSION. Hence my reaction to getting the email lol. I still tried to not get my hopes up, and tried to tell myself that maybe I’ll get to hear a new song and have a swiftie party. Good thing I was in London and could get myself an outfit. OMG IVE NEVER BEEN MORE STRESSED ABOUT FINDING AN GOOD OUTFIT EVER!! I did find it by the help of my really good friend!

THIS STORY IS GETTING SO LONG, sorry 😂 Well done for getting this far. I’m going to skip forward to Friday now (aka the best day of my life).

So, FRIDAY THE 13TH. I get up at 4am to catch my flight to London. My stomach is doing backflips trying to catch butterflies cos I was so excited and nervous and anxious at the same time. I couldn’t listen to any Taylor music cos I would just start to cry, so I ended up listening to P!nks new album (which is amazing btw). When I get to London I meet up with Lyndsay, Megan and Alex. We head to the hotel where we are going to stay and to meet up. Here we get dressed and as I was to put my makeup on I realise that I’ve forgotten all my make up and I go in a full on panic. IM SUCH AN IDIOT! Luckily Megan had makeup I could borrow. After we got ready we headed down to outside the hotel. There were loads of girls with red lipstick and dresses so we knew we were in the right place 😍. We qued up outside, they were running late, think we stood outside for 40 minuets maybe. We then got to the front of the line and inside (finally cos I was freezing my ass of). Taylor Nation was there ready to sign us in!! We signed a confidentiality contract and showed our ID and GOT OUR WRISTBAND!!! (KANDJFJRJDJ)!! It said United Kingdom on it, written in reputation font!!! SO EXCITING! We then went down the stairs to a room with lots of chairs in. There were refreshments, and hot drinks (yay for cold me!) for us while we waited for further instructions.

Then we were told to leave our stuff behind, including phone, and the first 25 people went on a bus. Me and Alex got on the second bus. Now I stared getting SO nervous, it’s ridiculous. Before we went on we where scanned by security. Then the bus took off! We drove a title while and was driving through the most posh neighbourhood EVER, like I WANNA LIVE THERE! The bus stopped and we were told to be quiet while we went off. I realised we were at a house, and you could only guess I was thinking we were at TAYLORS HOUSE!! There were lots of security while we were taken in a back entrance of the house and in through the basement. I had to knock on the door 😂 (so I could say I knocked on Taylor Swifts door, I know I’m extra 😂). We got scanned by security again before we were taken up to the kitchen. GUYS, THIS HOUSE IS AMAZING!! ITS SO HUGE. We still haven’t by this point been told where we are, but duh 🙄. I KNEW we were at Taylor’s house. Her kitchen is beautiful! She has 4 ovens!! There were lots of snack on the counters. Homemade chicken nuggets, fruit, cheese and fizzy drinks. There were also REP cookies!! And REP m&ms! SO COOL! Andrea and Scott was also in the kitchen talking to other fans. Me and Alex just hung around and talked to a few people. Then Lyndsay and Megan arrived, we hugged each other cos they also realised where we were. We then ended up talking to Scott. He has never been to Norway!! And I told him he neeeeeds to come here.

Her house smells AMAZING. I obviously had to see which candles she was burning so I could by them 😂. We were then told to get in a line as we were going to a different room. This was after everyone had arrived and had some food. Me, Alex, lyndsay and Megan were quite up front as we were taken to a living room. There were cushions on the floor and we sat down. I sat down not even thinking about where. Me and Alex chose a high cushion and shared it. A 100 people was going to fit in this room and it got really tight! When everyone had found a spot there was some whispering and the door opened a little. THEN THE QUEEN THAT IS TAYLOR SWIFT WALKS INTO THE FUCKING ROOM AND IM SCREAMING. We were so loud! I FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭😭 Like I couldn’t believe she was like right there in the same room as me. As I was having difficulties breathing she sat down like 2 meters away from me and Alex, we had such a good view of her like OMG. Then she said we were going to hear the whole FUCKING ALBUM AND WE DIED. We now knew this was A FUCKING SECRET SESSIONS PEOPLE! SHE ALSO SAID SHE HANDPICKED EVERYONE! I FUCKING DIED! TAYLOR HAS LURKED ME FOR A YEAR WITHOUT ME KNOWING 😭😭 I’ve never had a like or a follow, and I don’t have many followers on any social media. STILL SHE FOUND ME! I’m got eye contact with her so many times during the listening 😭😭😍! SHE IS SO HAPPY TOO!! I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH! AND IM TELLING YOU GUYS THIS ALBUM IS BLODDY AMAZING. (If you think you are stupid enough that I’m going to tell anything about the album, you are being funny, don’t bother asking 😉)

After she had pledged the album we got to look through the magazines!!! THEY ARE AMAZING AND IM SO HAPPY I WILL BE ABLE TO BUY ONE WHEN THEY COME OUT!! Then we waited to meet her JENFBDJSSHHSHDB 😭. I was getting so nervous by this point. Like I was going to meet the one person who has been there for me for so many years and I get to tell her how much I love her. We were one of the earlier ones to be sent in to meet her. Megan and Lyndsay were in front of us and a free they finished it was our turn.

I RAN OVER TO HER AND HUGGED HER AND SHE DIDNT LET GO UNTIL I DID 😭😭 I just couldn’t believe what was happening. She then hugged Alex and told me SHE FUCKING LOVE MY OUTFIT! She said “I love this whole outfit situation going on” I died. I told her that it’s not something I wear a lot and she said “you should definitely do!” IM OBVIOUSLY NEVER TAKING THIS OUTFIT OFF. Alex then said he wanted to wear the same outfit but we couldn’t match so he said I could wear it, and she laughed 😂 I love how we had a sarcastic conversation with Taylor Swift 😂 She then laughed at Alex’s apology for his bored resting face. I’m SO PROUD OF HIM SPEAKING TO TALOR, you have no idea! ❤️❤️ Then we were told to move to the side a bit cos they were going to open up the front door (so no one could see she was living there). This gave us more time with her and I’m so grateful! I then asked her about anxiety with singing and she gave me tips on singing and performing in front of people. TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT GAVE ME ADVISE ON SINGING AND PERFORMING!! JJDNDJDJFJRJD. Alex then thanked her for giving him the best friends ever and she hugged us both again 😍 Then it was time for picture. We didn’t plan a pose, we just took one. SHE RESTED HER HEAD ON ME AND I SISNT NOTICED BEFORE I SAW THE PIC! It’s so adorable 😍 There were so much more I wanted to tell her, wish I had a few more minutes but I guess she had ALOT of other people to meet.

We then went out in the hallway and ended up talking to Andrea. She reminds me so much of my mom!! She is also a bit similar! I told her about my mom and that she was worried I was sleeping in the airport by my self the following night. We then talked about how happy Taylor is and she was tearing up 😭 It was so beautiful to see how happy her parents were for her 😍😍 We gave her a biiiiig hug and then walked down to the basement again. There we stood trying to comprehend what just happened. I still don’t believe it, don’t know if I ever will? We then got merch!!! We got a REP tote bag, pop socket, t-shirt, a sticker, a cap and the best thing ever, a exclusive keychain that only us on the secret sessions London got. IT WAS SO NICE OF THEM! We were then sent on the bus back to the hotel. There we spoke to Ali about confidentially again and what we could talk about and not. She is so sweet!! Megan and Lyndsay old us TAYLOR KNEW WE WERE IN NASHVILLE TOGETHER 😭😭 OMG!!

When we came back to the hotel I called my mom and SOBBED. I couldn’t even talk to her cos I was crying too much. Then I posted online on my social media about what happened and my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR TALOR SWIFT. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR THIS!! And thank you to Taylor Nation for giving us this opportunity, it means so much to us ❤️ The picture ended up perfect and I’m going to hang it on my wall so I can stare at it everyday 😍 I’ve been crying since Sunday cos this has been so so emotional to me. I can’t even tell people what happened without crying.

@isturkeyanickname

I’m sorry this story is a mile long 😂

Thank you so much @taylorswift and @taylornation

#taylor swift #taylornation #reputationsecretsessions #london #my story

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rreader · 7 years ago

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can I request harryxreader au in 4th yr where she's a close friend to harry but he don't know she likes him. she gets hurt when harry asked cho to go to the yule ball and started avoiding him. harry had no clue so he got mad as well and they didn't talk to each other anymore but in the 2nd task she's the one taken hostage and when they got out of the lake they realized what and how it happened and were very awkward afterwards. um you decide the ending wether they'll confess or not thank you

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader ; Hermione Granger x Ron WeasleyFandom: Harry PotterWarnings: angst, obviously

Summary: Harry broke your heart when he started seeing Cho, so you started ignoring him in return. It was only when he was about to lose you during the Triwizard Tournament that he realized his feelings for you were more than the feelings one had for a friend.

A/N: you know how long I’ve been waiting for a harry request? ages. and you know how happy I am with this request? INCREDIBLY. honestly, I LOVE this request. HP 4 is by far my fave plot. I’ve always loved the triwizard tournament stuff, so this was a freaking joy to write! I honestly hope you like it hun! (also, I changed the plot of task 2 a bit so it would fit with my story!) (added Harry Potter to my fandoms page!)

*****

Youwalked up to Ron and Hermione, both trying their hardest to stifletheir giggles.

“What’sso funny, you guys?”

Hermionenodded towards Harry and Cho. They were too far away for you to hearanything, but he was fumbling with his hands, his eyes not meetinghers, a small blush on his face.

“He’sasking her to go to the Yule Ball with him.”

“Tryingto ask her,” Ron corrected her.

Thesmall smile that was previously sitting on your face immediatelydisappeared. Your shoulders sank and your jaw dropped slightly,disappointment clear on your face. It only got worse when Cho threwher arms around Harry’s neck, an excited grin forming on her lips.

“Well,looks like he’s doing great so far,” Hermione nudged Ron in theribs and laughed a bit.

Choseemed to whisper something into Harry’s ear, then she turned aroundand walked away. The Gryffindor stared after her for a little whilelonger, then he turned towards his friends and approached them,scratching the back of his head.

“I..uhm.. I gotta go. See you around guys,” you stammered, then quicklyleft before Harry could reach you, even though he had already waved atyou.

Allthree of them now watched you leave.

“Isshe alright?” Harry asked.

“Noidea..”

threedays later

“(Y/N)!”

Youignored him.

“Holdup!”

Stillignoring him.

Finallyhe caught up with you and walked alongside you towards your nextclass.

“Are youalright?”

“Yeah,fine,” you said quickly.

“You’vebeen ignoring me for the past three days..”

Butagain, you didn’t answer.

Youwere upset with him. And angry with yourself. You’ve thought you andhim were getting closer these past weeks. Hours upon hours thatyou’ve spent together, the small touches that were exchanged that had letyour heart rate explode, the looks he had given you when he thought youwouldn’t realize.. did you make all of that up? Did he really seenothing but a friend in you?

Ifhe saw more in you, he wouldn’t have asked Cho to go to the Yule Ballwith him.

Youwere only a friend. Nothing more.

“It’sfine,” you said once more.

Hesuddenly stopped, clearly being frustrated with you.

“Youknow, I could really use my friend right now!”

Youstopped as well, thinking about your next words very carefully,especially because you didn’t know whether you wanted to scream or cry.

“Noneof those here,” you only turned your head to the side, not reallylooking at him, but also not completely looking away. You tried tocontrol your voice as best as possible, then you took a deep breathand continued to walk to your next class, leaving a disheartenedHarry behind.

Hestood there in that hallway, staring after you, until a studentaccidentally ran into him.

Onlythen did he close his eyes for a second, turn around and walk towardshis next class, his heart feeling like somebody had stabbed him.

theday of the 2nd task

“Where’sHermione?!” Ron looked around, but couldn’t find his bestfriend/crush anywhere.

“Goodquestion,” Harry walked up to Neville. “Are you sure this isgoing to work?”

“Yes,well, it’s supposed to..-”

“Neville!”

Nevillegulped and nodded.

“Yes.I’m sure.”

SoHarry nodded as well, taking the gillyweed from his friend.

“(Y/N)’snot here either. They better have a good explanation for notsupporting you on a day like this,” Ron said, while they sat downin the boat, which would take them to the platform from which the 2ndtask would begin.

“Wedon’t talk anymore..”

“Wait..what do you mean?”

Harrysighed and turned around to look at Cho who was sitting in the boatbehind him, smiling encouragingly at him, then he faced his bestfriend again.

“It’sbeen weeks. I don’t know why.. it was like.. it was like she suddenlyhated me.”

Ron’seyebrows drew together in confusion, thinking very hard as to why youwould be angry with him.

Hedidn’t have much time though, since they docked at the platform a fewseconds later.

OnceHarry was on it, he took one good look around, confirming that you really weren’t here, then he shoved the gillyweed down his throatand within seconds, his body started to transform.

Andwhen all the others had already jumped into the cold of the lake, hewas still struggling with the effects of the gillyweed and would havefor a few more minutes if someone hadn’t thrown him into the water.

Andonce he was in, he started to relax.

Hecould feel the gills on his throat and his hands were now webbed,like he was a hybrid between a human and a fish. He then jumped outof the water once, showing everyone that he wasn’t dead, especiallyNeville, who was probably going crazy at this point, then he began toswim, the verse from the golden egg ringing in his head.

“We’vetaken what you’ll sorely miss”

Fora second, an image of Hedwig flashed before his mind.

Hopefullyit wasn’t his dear owl that was down here.

Harrydidn’t waste much time exploring.

Hewas the first out of the four to reach the village of the Merpeople.

Butwhat he saw in front of him made his blood run cold, even more thanit already had.

Infront of him weren’t items or their beloved pets.

Humans.Friends. Family.

Fleur’slittle sister, Cedric’s date from the Yule Ball..

Hermione!She had to be down here because of him!

SoHarry quickly swam towards her when he saw you right next toHermione.

Andhe thought the sight of his best friend had frightened him..

..butseeing you, your lifeless body, a rope tied to your ankle to keep youdown in the waters.

Hiswhole body was paralyzed. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe.. hejust stared at you. His hand reached out to touch your face, when Victor pushed him awayfrom Hermione to bring her back to the surface. It was only then that he knew. You were the one he had to rescue. Because if you died..

He quickly blinked a couple of seconds to get rid of that thought and used a spell to cut the rope. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist andswam towards the surface.

Andthe second the cold air hit your face, was the second you woke up fromyour ‘trance’.

Youcoughed intensely, couldn’t see a thing for the first few seconds.You only relaxed when you could hear Harry’s voice trying to calm youdown.

Hehelped you get to the platform and immediately wrapped both his andyour own towel around your body.

Andwhile Dumbledore announced who the winner was, Harry and you staredinto each other’s eyes, so many unspoken words lingering between you.

Itwas you who broke the eye contact first, the awkwardness suddenlysetting in, especially when Cho was crouching next to Harry andrubbing his back.

***

Youand the other three who were down in the lake were still in thehospital wing.

Itwas only a precaution.. or at least that’s what they had said.Suddenly they were concerned about your welfare.

Fleursat at her sister’s bed, softly combing her blonde hair, Hermione wasreading a book and Cedric’s girlfriend was about to be the first toget out of here.

Youwere staring at the ceiling, fidgeting with your fingers, whileeverything that had happened these past hours was keeping you up.

“Harry!Ron!” Hermione beamed when she saw her best friends enter thehospital wing, a bouquet of flowers in Ron’s hand. He immediatelywalked over to Hermione, while Harry lingered where he stood anddecided to walk over to you first.

Youwere now sitting upright in your bed, watching him.

“Hey..”

“Hey,”you replied.

“Uhm..can I..?” he pointed towards the end of your bed and waited tillyou nodded before he sat down.

Fora long time all he did was stare at his hands, his chest heavingheavily.

Youhated the silence. You wanted to say something.. anything. But allyou did was stare at him.. hope that he’d be the one who’d start.

“Ithought you hated me.”

“Itried,” you admitted, lowering your head in shame. “But Icouldn’t.”

Finally,he turned his head to face you.

He couldn’t forget the picture from earlier. Your face.. you looked.. dead.

And the more he thought about it, the clearer it got..

“Iguess it’s true. You don’t know how much someone means to you, unlessyou’re about to lose them.”

Youlooked up at him and even though you tried not to, tears started torun out of your eyes.

Harryquickly slid closer to you and held you in his arms. It was a bit awkward, but you appreciated it.

“It’sokay,” he kept whispering in your ear and just rocked you in hisarms until you stopped crying.

Therewas still a lot to be talked about.

Buthe had ended things with Cho and he was ready to finally explore thefeelings he had long had for you, but had always been to scared toshow.

#Anonymous #harry potter x reader #harry x reader #harry potter imagine #harry imagine #hp imagine #harry potter #hp #reader #requests #hermione x ron #romione

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dwaekkichaos · 7 years ago

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85 truths tag

I got tagged by the amazing @m1c-drop

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

last💌

1. drink - cider

2. phone call - my mum i think

3. text message - my boyfriend

4. song you listened to - L.A- Jonas Brothers

5. time you cried - yesterday watching the Thanks choreo vid lmao

ever💌

6. dated someone twice - no

7. kissed someone and regretted it - nah

8. been cheated on - dont think so

9. lost someone special - yes

10. been depressed - yeah

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - aslflfk yeah,, not fun,,

fav colours💌

12. forest green

13. really really deep dark blue

14. very soft grey

in the last year have you…💌

15. made new friends - yeah boiiii

16. fallen out of love - nah

17. laughed until you cried - yeah

18. found out someone was talking about you - yeah

19. met someone who changed you - idk, not really, i tend to keep friends that i can just be me with?

 20. found out who your true friends are - yeah,,

 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - i mean yeah,, my boyfriend lol

general💌

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all but a few that are mutual friends i’ve only met like once

23. do you have any pets - my cat Chloe!! I love her so much!!! i also have a rabbit called Bee (he’s evil and hates me) and 2 tortoises called \rocket and Fluffy (I was like 8 when we got them ok let me LIVE)

 24. do you want to change your name - god plz yes i can’t fucking stand hearing my birthname

 25. what did you do for your last birthday - went to my nan’s and had lunch out with her and my mum and then went for dinner with my parents and brother

26. what time did you wake up today - uhhhhh like 9:30am? but i didn’t move from my bed till like 11:45 lol

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - revising for literature,, my life is so exciting

 28. what is something you cant wait for - finishing a-levels,,

 30. what are you listening to right now - my entire itunes on shuffle, legit like the past 3 songs have been the jonas brothers, sf9 and frank iero,, its a wild ride

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - yeah

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - me letting myself fall really behind on college work bc all this stress im under now could have so easily been avoided

33. most visited website - youtube or tumblr

34. hair colour - dark brown, almost looks kinda black-ish in the winter

 35. long or short hair - short

 36. do you have a crush on someone - i mean,, yeah,, my boyfriend lol

37. what do you like about yourself - my eyes are p cool? idk that’s legit it

38. want any piercings? - i really really wanna get my nose pierced, i just haven’t been able to afford it yet

39. blood type - no idea

40. nicknames - Mich, Mikey, Mic Drop (Thanks Lizzy), Morch, Microwave, Thot, Nerd, Mac n Cheese, Mo, i have a lot of nicknames lmao those are just the common ones

 41. relationship status - taken

42. zodiac - taurus

43. pronouns - he/him

44. fave tv shows - skins, inbetweeners, peep show, brooklyn 99, doctor who, casualty, spongebob (im a meme fite me)

45. tattoos - none yet, but 3 months and i can get some!

 46. right or left handed - right, but im sorta ambidextrous (out of practice though, i gotta work on my writing again its been a while)

47. ever had surgery - not that i can recall

48. piercings - 1st and 2nd lobe on each ear

49. sport - i horse ride and attempt (and fail) to dance sometimes

 50. vacation - idk, im happy anywhere as long as i have wifi, a book, some music and its not really really warm?

51. trainers - idk i live my life in Vans and Doc Martens, i dont really wear trainers unless you count Vans as trainers?

more general💌

52. eating - my diet consists of chicken nuggets, cheese crackers and salted pretzels

53. drinking - i run off of coffee and tea, and i drink a ton of water, and i started drinking orange juice again recently? its a good time

54. i’m about to watch - im like 9 episodes into season 1 of Hello, My Twenties, it’s so good

55. waiting for - the sweet embrace of death,, jk, i bought some washi tape the other day and im excited about it

 56. want - to not be this stressed so i can have time to actually do stuff i wanna do

57. get married - idk probs, depends on how i am as a person in the future

 58. career - editor for books

which is better💌

59. hugs or kisses - h u g s

 60. lips or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - taller is usually more attractive but i aint biased

62. older or younger - as long as its within a year younger or a few years older it doesn’t really matter to me

63. nice arms or stomach - idfk i don’t take notice really

 64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - neither really?

have you ever💌

66. kissed a stranger - no

 67. drank hard liquor - yeah

68. lost glasses - not permanantly

 69. turned someone down - yeah

70. sex on first date - no,, im ace

71. broken someone’s heart - doubt it

72. had your heart broken - nah i dont think so

73. been arrested - no

74. cried when someone died - yeah

75. fallen for a friend - i guess technically? me and my boyf were friends for like 2 years before we got together

do you believe in💌

76. yourself - no lol i know im an idiot

77. miracles - not really

78. love at first sight - no, not unless you like actually spend time together on that first meeting and actually have a grasp on the other person’s personality

 79. santa claus - nah

80. kiss on a first date - sure why not

 81. angels - yeah, but not like the guardian angel sense

other💌

82. best friend’s name - Lizzy

83. eye colour - brown, but it changes from like really dark brown to almost golden depending on weather/ mood

84. fave movie - Donnie Darko and Trainspotting will always be my faves

85. fave actor - i used to be obsessed with Nat Wolff, but now probs Sebastian Stan idk

I’m gonna tag:

@icalltheedragon @blueberrymanju @hotswaggerzuho and anyone else that sees this and wants to do it i guess? also u dont have to do it if u dont wanna obvs

#tag #shut up mikey

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SWEET SOUTHERN TROUBLE by Michele Summers: Excerpt & Giveaway

AVAILABLE MAY 2ND 2017

An ambitious Southern belle

Marabelle Fairchild knows she’s a gal who can get things done. Feeling unappreciated at the exclusive private school where she’s a kindergarten aide and varsity tennis coach, Marabelle determines to score with the next big fundraiser. What she doesn’t expect? A smokin’ hot football coach to throw her off her game…

A reclusive NFL bachelor…

NFL coach Nick Frasier is Raleigh’s most eligible bachelor, but he wants to focus on his career…not his playboy status. He doesn’t need a smart-mouthed, pint-sized kindergarten teacher pestering him. So he cuts Marabelle a deal—in exchange for Nick sponsoring a bachelor auction starring him and his gorgeous celebrity pals, Marabelle will pose as his fiancée to ward off unwanted advances.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Author’s Corner

The best things about the South can be debated until the cows come home. For me, the list changes as often as our weather. I was born and raised a Carolina Blue Tarheel, but after college, I made my home in Miami, Florida and stayed for over twenty years (A different kind of south altogether). But since returning to my Tarheel state, it’s quite evident, some things have changed…and some things have not!

Here’s one of my favorite things about the south: Southern Hospitality.

Yes, ma’am. Southern hospitality is so much more than being polite to one another. In the South we make our guests feel like family. Our southern drawl is our way of talking more slowly, letting our guests know they’re welcome to stay as long as they would like. Conversation flows seamlessly from the front door, to the dinner table, to the family room.

Southern hospitality is contagious and spreads like kudzu on a vine. We don’t expect reciprocity, but many times it happens nonetheless. And before you know it, friends have become family. Standing at the front door, the “goodbyes” can take quite a while, still talking and laughing while the hostess bundles leftover desserts and maybe a bone or two for Fido. We hate to see our guests leave and we always remember to say, “Ya’ll come back now real soon, ya hear?”

Excerpt

“Tinker Bell, we need to talk.” Nick caught up with Marabelle on the courts the next afternoon shortly after the gala committee meeting. She was in the middle of running drills for the team. She growled in his direction like a feral cat, but that didn’t deter him. He opened the gate to court one and forged ahead.

“I have nothing to say to you.” She continued to feed balls like a machine, with a death grip on her racket.

He watched the boys hitting behind the baseline. “Now, honey, is that any way to talk to your intended?”

“Get back on your court and keep drilling,” she ordered the boys as some of them started to gawk and work their way over to him. She threw her racket in the basket of balls and grabbed his arm to pull him off the court.

Nick allowed himself to be turned and then stopped. “Where’re we going, Thumbelina? Behind the bleachers to neck?”

“Fat chance. Away from the courts. Those boys have a fanboy crush on you, and I don’t want them to hear us.”

Nick strolled next to her toward the bleachers. “I think their crush is on you, not me.”

Marabelle stopped, eyes snapping as she dug her small fists into her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…those teenage boys have the hots for their tennis coach.”

Marabelle’s eyebrows shot so far up they got lost under her tennis hat. “Are you insane?” She put up both hands. “Don’t answer that. What kind of fiancé are you? You don’t write; you don’t call. I’m sitting on pins and needles here. This charade has gone on long enough,” she whispered fiercely.

Nick bit back a grin. “Awww, it’s only been two days. Have you been missing me?”

“Of course not. That’s not what I meant.” Nick started to chuckle. “I don’t think I can keep up this lie. In case you didn’t notice, those committee members want to lynch me,” she said, eyes flashing. “They’re very upset that the man of their dreams has taken himself off the market and gotten engaged to me.”

Nick had shown up at the meeting unannounced, and walked in on complete pandemonium with a lot of hysteria thrown on top. He’d managed to settle everyone down. Pledging a shitload of money will do that. Marabelle should be kissing his ass for saving hers.

“And that’s a problem because…” Nick shrugged.

“Because now the entire committee thinks I’m a slut. Hazel Cartwright asked how long I’d been ��boinking’ you.”

“Really? Well maybe we should—”

“Look, can’t we pretend we had a big falling-out and broke up? I’ll tell everyone you dumped me for…for Jennifer Aniston. That’s totally plausible.”

Nick hated to burst Marabelle’s bubble, but he needed her more than she needed him. Marty Hackman loved the idea of his “engagement” and told Nick not to fuck it up…his exact words. And Nick had no intentions of disappointing the gruff, cigar-chewing owner of the Cherokees. If he asked Nick to join hands and sing Joni Mitchell songs, then he would do exactly that.

Nick placed his hand over his heart. “Tinker Bell, I’m wounded. Besides, Jennifer and I didn’t get along all that well.”

“You’ve actually dated Jennifer Aniston?” Marabelle drew back as her mouth formed a perfect O.

“We went out a few times. What’s the real problem here? I think the committee bought our story. We had them eating out of our hands.”

“Eating out of your hand. Look, it’s time we go our separate ways.” Marabelle ticked off on her fingers. “You do what you do best…date groupies. And I’ll do what I do best…make my mother’s life miserable. It works.”

Nick gave an exaggerated sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Anybody ever tell you you have no sense of adventure? You need to get out more.”

“I’m adventuresome. I’m all about adventure. Adventure is my middle name.”

Nick shook his head. “Huh-uh. My mind is made up. We’re engaged, and you’re just going to have to accept it. The sooner you do, the sooner we get to the good stuff.” He waggled his eyebrows at her scowling face.

“How can someone so gorgeous be so wicked and depraved?” Marabelle wondered aloud. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

“Honey, I’m not picking on you. I’m playing with you.” Nick allowed his gaze to roam over the tennis sweats swallowing her petite body. “I can’t wait to play doctor and get to the part where I undress you,” he said in a husky voice, moving in close and invading her space.

“Oh my God…you’re impossible.”

“Sh-h-h, you’re drawing a crowd.” Nick pointed at nobody over her head.

Marabelle whipped around to see who was listening, and Nick took advantage by gathering her in his arms.

“Marabelle, honey, stop fighting. Trust me.” He slipped his arm around her waist and lifted her up on her toes.

Then he kissed her silly. Or did she kiss him silly? Because the second his lips met hers, he forgot what they were arguing about. He’d never had to work this hard to get a girl on board. Frustrated didn’t begin to describe his feelings. Maybe he was losing his touch. He lifted his head, and Marabelle’s whacked expression matched his. Nah.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he murmured.

Marabelle lowered herself and licked her bottom lip as if tasting him there. “Mmm. Okay. We’ll pretend. But only when others are around. And no sex.” She narrowed her eyes to slits. “I’m no groupie. I worship only from afar. It’s safer that way.”

He pressed another hard kiss to her lips, wishing he could scoop her up in his arms and take her home. “Get back to work. I’ll call you later.”

“Yeah, right,” she mumbled. Nick watched as she trotted back to the courts, wondering how he was going to survive the next few months.

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About Michele Summers

Michele Summers writes smart romances with spunky heroines, hunky heroes and wacky characters, with sigh-worthy emotion and a satisfying happily ever after. She never tires of creating fictional towns with lovable but flawed characters. When not writing, Michele loves her career as an interior designer and works with clients in NC and Miami where she lived for over 20 years. These days she stays busy herding her college freshman and high school sophomore and spends a lot of time watching them compete in tennis. Presently she resides in NC where she grew up with her family, but still misses sunny South Florida, swaying palm trees and wearing open-toed shoes…everyday!

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